Snow Job

One of the things I miss living in the West is snow. I miss the snow for the way it made me see things differently, the way it changed my perspective, if only for a moment. I know I could go up into the mountains, but it's not the same as having it come to you. The most serene and peaceful times in my life have been walking through the sleeping streets of the college town where I did my undergraduate degree, stopping in the middle of the pillowy sidewalk and listening to the snow fall the ground. It was as if the entire city were frozen, suspended in the amber from the buzzing streetlights.

In the Back Seat of Mom's LTD

I've been using Rhapsody music player lately and love it. While they don't yet have all of "my" music available, I stumbled across some songs that had special meaning for me.

I'm not saying they're all good songs, but for anyone who grew up in the 70s riding in the back seat of their parents' LTD (or some other monstrous gas guzzler), you may be able to relate.

Just click on the title of this post and enjoy!

Paid to Talk

Getting to paid to talk isn't always a good thing. What you have to say may not interest others, and unfortunately, most people don't get paid to listen. This is where writing comes in handy. An imagined audience is sometimes the best audience.